Since meeting Malachi, Caston has been forced to be a morning person. While being in California, he's actually enjoyed it. He's been waking up to the presence of Hunter and the sound of waves.
Caston would be staying in the guest room, but he found out that he liked waking up to Hunter's mouth on some part of his body.
Not to mention Hunter smells like sunscreen and the ocean. The smell alone makes Caston horny. Then again, he can't recall a day when he wasn't horny for most of it.
Human contact has never been Caston's favorite. Smiling, talking, hugging. All of it was pointless to him. But when he was 14, he found the wonderful, pleasurable feeling of sex. He figured out that it was a sensation he found nowhere else. It made him feel something. And he got addicted.
He got addicted to the sweat, the sounds, the climactic pleasure, the beautifully intense overstimulation. He chased a high that he felt he would never reach. A high he's only felt once in his life. Sex was the closest feeling. It was the only feeling. So every second of every day, Caston thought about it. Waited for the next time he'd be with a human, breathless and satisfied. Only for the feeling to fade immediately after and the cycle to start all over again.
In the few days he's been in California, Caston has never woken up before Hunter. He would either wake up to kisses, head, or Hunter on top of him, his hips and hands moving around Caston's body until he woke up. But today, Hunter's head was on Caston's chest, his breaths even and his wavy blond hair a messy contrast to Caston's freshly tanned skin.
Hunter moved his head, his face now visible to Caston, his breath hitting the latter's chin. Caston leaned down and kissed Hunter's slightly parted lips. The blond boy slowly woke up, smiling tiredly.
"No morning head today?" Caston's breath fanned Hunter's lips.
"You're too spoiled." Hunter pushed Caston's face away and adjusted his head to lay further down Caston's chest, now almost on his stomach.
"You started it."
"If it happens every day, then it's not a special treat anymore." Hunter rolled onto his back, his hair obscuring the view of Caston's tanned stomach.
"Morning sex, then?" Caston smirked, playing with Hunter's hair.
Hunter turned his head slightly and looked up at Caston through his eyelashes. "We have sex so much. Can't we just..talk or go out to eat?"
"Why would I go out when I have a perfectly good meal right here?" Caston drew a circle around Hunter's stomach, then slowly slid his hand into his sweatpants.
Hunter sighed, his eyes now heavy from more than just sleep.
"I'm only here a few more days. Don't you want to take advantage of the little time we have left?" Caston muttered, moving his hand slowly.
Hunter sighed again, shifting his hips. "Can we at least get breakfast after?"
Caston leaned down and brushed his lips against Hunter's, "Of course."
Caston was drunk out of his mind. He could barely keep himself standing. His legs felt unsteady and his head was euphorically dizzy. Liam's arm was thrown over his shoulders, the two of them tripping over their feet as they stumbled down the pier.
He could hear the distant sound of the other four behind them, drunkenly encouraging them to continue their journey towards the water.
"You eva shagged a brit before?" Liam asked, leaning against Caston.
"I- maybe? I don't fucking know, I've lost track at this point." Caston laughed. "Why? You wanna fuck?"
Liam shrugged. "Maybe. I've always thought I'd be adventurous, you know. Try things out. Nevah tried a guy before."
When everyone else was drunk and distracted, Caston drug Liam inside and to Hunter's room. Maybe it was unethical to fuck in someone else's bed, but Caston never really gave a shit about morals.
He was in absolute euphoria, as Liam was the one fucking him in the ass, instead of the other way around. And damn was he good at it. Caston doesn't know if Liam was that good or if the lack of bottoming he'd been doing recently made it feel better.
The technicalities don't matter, but Liam's skills definitely didn't go unrecognized.
Caston was writhing around shamelessly, making Hunter's fitted sheet come off of the mattress and bunch up under the pillows.
Thankfully, he's never grown numb to sexual pleasure, but 3+ years of over- exposure had definitely given him the ability to hold out for a long time. Sometimes it was on purpose and other times it was unintentional. He could also hold out longer when he was on top. There was just something about the feeling of being fucked roughly that made him feel more sexual pleasure.
The hands on his waist, the hips smacking against his, the rough change of positions so the current top could roughly pull his head back by his hair.
Needless to say this was not one of the times Caston could hold out.
"Damn, Liam." Caston exhaled.
"Good? Nevah been with a straight guy before?" Liam chuckled.
"Oh, I've been with plenty of straight guys. That was just..honestly something I've been needing for a while." Caston said, laying his head back on his arm.
"Thought you and Huntah had a thing going on?" Liam furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah, but Hunter's a bottom."
"And...so are you?" Liam raised a brow.
Caston shrugged. "I'm vers, but I'm the top in like almost all of my hookups and every time Hunter and I fuck. It gets exhausting sometimes."
Liam nodded, then made a face and stared off for a few silent seconds. "Does it feel bettah or something?"
"Oh it feels fucking fantastic." Caston sighed, "It's different for everyone, obviously, but I definitely find myself liking it more. It's indescribable."
"Damn, I was just about to ask you to describe it to me." Liam clicked his tongue.
Caston laughed, then smirked subtly. "Well, I can show you if you want."
"Um.." Liam widened his eyes, "No, thanks."
Caston rolled his eyes. He turned onto his side, rested his head on his hand, and looked up at Liam. "I'd just use my fingers."
Liam stared at him for a second, then exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh come on, you only live once and I leave tomorrow. Give me this gift before I depart and possibly never see you again." Caston said, getting onto his knees and mirroring the way Liam was sitting.
"I thought you liked being the bottom." Liam said, crossing his arms.
"Experiencing someone else's first is just as good. And knowing that I'm the one doing it..fuck, gets me every time." Caston smirked.
"Alright. Go for it." Liam said, uncrossing his arms.
"Get on your back, then."
"Fuck, I'm already regretting this." Liam sighed, moving towards the head of the bed and laying down.
"It's not contractual, if you tell me to stop, I will." Caston chuckled.
"Alright, I'm ready, I guess." Liam said, settling into the mattress.
Caston gently pushed Liam's legs further apart and settled between them. He brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them intently.
Liam watched him with apparent interest, subconsciously shifting his hips.
"Patience is key here." Caston said.
Liam nodded and took a breath. Caston was slow and gentle, eventually being encouraged to be more rough when Liam panted "Fuck- don't be shy...fuck..harder~"
He also could've literally come untouched when Liam came onto his face. He sat frozen with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes closed for a few seconds.
"Oh, shit..I'm sorry, mate." Liam breathed.
Caston slowly looked up at him, feeling as if his eyes darkened a few shades. He wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss Liam until he suffocated.
Unfortunately, the sound of the door opening made Liam shuffle into a sitting position and jerk the nearest blanket over his body.
Caston looked over to the door, seeing a shocked (and still seemingly drunk) Hunter.
He stumbled into the room and continued to stare at them. He cleared his throat. "I..I came to shower. I wondered where you two went. Didn't think it'd be here."
"Sorry, I would've asked to use your bed, but that would've been kind of a buzz kill." Caston chuckled, rolling off of the bed. He grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his face clean.
Hunter nodded wordlessly, then turned to Liam. "Everyone else left, so you probably should too."
"Right." Liam shimmied from beneath the covers, then got dressed and left awkwardly.
Caston would like to think he's gotten better at reading other people's emotions, even if he himself didn't feel them, and to him, Hunter seemed to be experiencing a negative emotion...upset maybe?
"You alright?" Caston forced himself to ask.
"Mhm. Tired. You can sleep in the guest room if you want." Hunter said quietly.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. Why switch now?" Caston chuckled and grabbed a handful of clean clothes. "Care if I join you in the shower?"
Hunter scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Are you serious right now?"
"It was just a suggestion. A simple no would suffice, asshole." Caston exhaled.
"Oh I'm the asshole!? You're the one who fucked one of my best friends in my bed!" Hunter yelled.
"Okay? I apologized about the bed. I'll wash your sheets for you, but it's not like we're dating or some shit. I can fuck whoever I want to outside of you." Caston said.
"The fuck have we been doing for the past few weeks, then?" Hunter asked, crossing his arms.
"Fucking." Caston said simply. "I thought that was obvious. We never went on dates or anything."
"Right, we just hung out and fucked and you flew all the way to California with me just because we're fuck buddies." Hunter exhaled sharply.
"You invited me. Why the fuck would I turn it down?" Caston said.
"Maybe so you don't fucking lead me on and we could've avoided this." Hunter sighed.
"Avoided what? I'm so confused." Caston exhaled, feeling as if he was transported back to Miss Field's lessons, where his small brain wasn't able to grasp her concepts. "If I led you on..I'm sorry. I thought we were both wanting a no strings thing."
Hunter sighed again. "I..going into it, yeah, I guess, but I've always hoped to find a more serious relationship eventually."
Caston nodded and raked his mind for anything to say in this moment.
"My fault for assuming, I guess." Hunter said quietly. "That it could turn into more."
Caston nodded again. "It's really nothing against you. I just..I've never been into relationships..with anyone. I've only been on a few dates and they all sucked. I'm just a hit it and quit it guy."
"More like hit it and hit it again, then again, and again-"
"Okay, I get it." Caston chuckled. "We don't have any hard feelings or anything, right?"
"I know you don't." Hunter said with his arms crossed.
Caston rolled his eyes. "Would you rather me lie and say I have feelings for you and then cheat on you down the road and subject you to a toxic, unhealthy, unhappy relationship?"
"No.." Hunter sighed, "Doesn't mean it hurts less."
"Guess I should be flattered. I mean..all I did was fuck you and you caught feelings? Way to boost my ego." Caston smirked.
"I'm done talking about this. You should pack your stuff. You have an early flight." Hunter turned away.
"What? You don't even want to cherish our last night together?" Caston smirked, walking towards Hunter.
Hunter rolled his eyes. "You've used that line on me before and it's not going to work this time."
Caston stepped closer and slid his arms around Hunter's waist. Hunter sighed, but Caston felt him lean back against his body.
He leaned down and pressed his mouth against Hunter's neck. He smirked against his skin, starting to slowly rock from side to side. "I want you."
Caston was partially lying. He's enjoyed sex with Hunter these past two weeks, but what he told Liam was true. Topping all the time was simply exhausting and it didn't always give him the full release he craved. So now he wanted to..prove a point, he supposes.
He wanted to see if he could manage the unfathomable euphoria he felt when he was with Liam. Not to mention the confidence boost it gave him when Hunter said he has feelings for him. Maybe it turned him on a little to think that something he did simply for pleasure gave someone else more.
Maybe he thoroughly enjoyed the thought of fucking Hunter and then leaving him heartbroken. Who is he kidding. He definitely enjoyed that thought.
Hunter leaned farther back against Caston and let out a shaky sigh. Caston's hand had made it into the front of Hunter's shorts as he kissed up his neck and to his ear.
Hunter leaned his head to the side and reached up to hold onto Caston's arm that was across his chest.
"I'm going to miss you." Caston mumbled against Hunter's ear. It was a lie. But it got Hunter to lay his head back and succumb to Caston's touch and that's all that mattered.
Hunter fell asleep almost immediately after, but Caston was the furthest from tired. He took a long shower and packed his things that had ended up strewn all over Hunter's room.
It was dark outside and the backdoor, that always stayed open, supplied the house with the gentle sound of crashing waves.
Caston shuffled across the floor to the kitchen, where he raided the pantry for any type of snack. After a few minutes, he huffed and moved to inspect the fridge.
"Looking for anything in particular?" The low voice made Caston turn his head. Just feet away, illuminated by the refrigerator light and sporting nothing but a pair of boxers, was Mr. Lancaster--or Russell, as he insists on being called.
"Nah," Caston eyed him up and down, "Just looking."
Russell nodded and stepped closer, opening the right side of the fridge more and peering inside, "I can make you something?"
"Mm? Like what?" Caston asked.
"Bagels?"
Caston chortled. "Bagels from scratch? At this hour?"
"It's really not that difficult. Intricate, yes, but rather simple." Russell said gently.
Caston rolled his eyes.
"Have you ever made bagels before?"
"No." Caston crossed his arms.
"Then don't act like that. I'm going to teach you and you're going to like it." Russell said.
Caston sighed. "I just wanted a fucking pop tart or something."
"When we're done with these, you're going to redact that statement. Get the bread flour out of the pantry." Russell said, as he got the rest of the stuff out.
"You just know this by memory?" Caston asked as he re-emerged and sat the labeled container on the island.
"Of course I do." Russell said matter-of- factly.
Once everything was incorporated, Russell tossed the dough onto the floured counter and motioned to it, "Knead that for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?" Caston huffed.
He walked up to the counter and stared at the ball of dough. It was in this moment that he realized..he'd never kneaded dough before. In fact, he's never made anything from scratch in his life.
"You lost?" Russell chuckled.
"I don't want to do it wrong." Caston said.
"You're kneading dough. It can hardly go wrong." Russell said, stepping behind Caston. He stood close enough that Caston could feel his body heat and he grabbed Caston's hands and placed them atop the dough, "It's quiet simple. Like you're giving a massage."
Russell placed his hands on top of Caston's and aided him in kneading the dough. His body was pressed against Caston's backside, his mouth gently brushing against Caston's ear, his arms draped over Caston's, and his hands almost covering his completely.
Caston was very turned on, to say the least.
"Got it?" Russell asked lowly.
Caston nodded with a gentle hum. He continued kneading the dough, hearing Russell wash dishes in the sink behind him.
His forearms were aching and he kind of wanted Russell to reappear behind him and guide his hands again.
"It's just about done. Let me feel it." Just like he had hoped for seconds ago, Russell stepped behind him and reached his arms around Caston to feel the dough. "That's good. Time for the next step."
Caston barely paid attention to the next few steps. He could barely take his eyes off of Russell. For fuck's sake, he wasn't wearing any clothes. And in the low light, he really looks like Malachi.
"Now, we bake them for twenty minutes." Russell grabbed the pan and slid it into the oven, turning around after he set the timer.
"What could we possibly do to pass twenty minutes?" Caston smirked.
"Clean up? Watch an episode of Bob's Burgers? Make and drink margaritas?" Russell said casually.
Caston rolled his eyes and pushed himself up off of the counter. "All that sounds boring--except maybe the margaritas--I mean something fun we can do."
"It's 1am, Caston. There's not much we can do." Russell chuckled with his arms crossed.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of things." Caston held his smirk and eyed Russell up and down.
"Like what?"
Either Russell was purposefully ignoring what he was suggesting or he's really bad at picking up on signals.
Caston slowly walked closer to him. "You know what," Caston stopped barely a foot away, "Or do you want me to show you?"
"Look, Caston, I am flattered, but-"
"But what?" Caston stepped closer.
"Aren't you dating my son?" Russell said, grabbing Caston's arms.
Caston rolled his eyes. "Hell no. We're just friends."
"Just friends?" Russell raised his eyebrows.
Caston shrugged, "Yeah. I mean we've fucked a few times, but I'm sure you already knew that."
"Yes. And he brought you out here, so I kinda of assumed you were together." Russell said, his tone unable to be identified by Caston.
There was a moment of silence, backed by the aforementioned distant waves. Caston looked up at Russell, whose face was mostly shadowed in the low light.
Caston felt as if Malachi were here, looking down on him. He inched ever so closer to Russell, letting his arms slowly move to rest on the man's shoulders. He clasped his hands behind Russell's neck and stared up at him, waiting for something to happen.
He felt Russell's grip on his arms loosen and move to his waist.
"I know you want to kiss me." Caston whispered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Russell's head slightly moved closer to him, but he didn't dare close the gap. He exhaled shakily, his warm breath fanning against Caston's lips.
"Do it," Caston looked up through his eyelashes innocently, "Please."
"Caston, I can't kiss you." Russell said, his eyes and low voice indicating that he really wished he could.
Caston tilted his head. "Why not?"
"You're Hunter's friend--and more, it seems--I how old even are you?" Russell sighed, looking away for a second.
Caston rolled his eyes. "I'm not the same age as Hunter, I'll fucking tell you that," Caston chuckled, "I'm eighteen."
It was a lie. But Caston always finds himself lying to get what he wants. And what he usually wants is sex, so he's lied about his age a lot. Fortunately for him, he's passed for twenty since he was Hunter's age.
"I guess Hunter has always liked older boys." Russell chuckled.
Caston smirked. "Me too."
Caston would like to think that Russell finally gave in and kissed him first, but he had grown way too impatient and found himself leaning in before he could even try to stop his impulse. Not that he wanted to.
Both of Russell's hands were now on Caston's waist, pulling him closer. In a split second, he had lifted Caston up and he wrapped his legs around Russell's waist.
Caston's back was now against the fridge and he tightened his legs around Russell. He could barely breathe but it felt incredible.
Russell's feverish energy seemed to match his, as they both kept trying to push their body closer to the other.
Caston felt hot and wanted. The ambience of the moonlight only seemd to escalate it.
His hands moved down Russell's chest, massaging up and down his sides. Russell suddenly started kissing down Caston's neck, making him throw his head back and breathe in the most erotic way he could.
He squeezed Russell's shoulders, quite sure his fingernails were digging into his skin. He attempted to push his hips forward and slowly tilted his head to the side.
Caston had run out of vocabulary to describe the feeling of sexual pleasure. It was ever-changing and continued to be his favorite thing in the world.
Every new experience brought on a discovery. Whether that be a feeling he liked or a setting that made him cum faster. This seemed to be the latter, but he also really liked the thought of fucking around with Hunter and Malachi's dad.
His head was now hanging in front of him, his mouth agape and his hand continuously squeezing Russell's shoulder. He could've come two minutes ago when Russell's hand slipped into his pants, but he would be damned if he was perceived as easy or fast.
Although, he wished he would have when Russell suddenly pulled away and dropped Caston onto the floor.
"I- I'm sorry, Caston. We can't." Russell sighed, pushing his hair back.
"For fuck's sake." Caston groaned. He felt that familiar surge in the center of his body that he almost always feels when things like this happened.
His mind usually felt like it was vibrating. His arms felt immobilized and yet also like they were moving to do something he wasn't quite sure of. He could barely hear.
Just like all of the other times, it disappeared quickly and he felt as if he had reentered his body.
"I just..can't, Caston. We can't." Russell sighed again, his voice hushed.
"Can't what? Fuck? Because I'm fine with that. What I'm not fine with is you shoving your hand down my pants and then backing out halfway through. That's just shitty." Caston huffed.
"I know..I'm sorry. I want to..believe me, I do. We just-"
"Can't do it. Well fucking speak for yourself because I can do whatever the fuck I want." Caston stepped towards Russell and grabbed his wrist, then shoved his hand back into the front of his pants, "And what I want is for you to get me off. Whether you let me do the same is up to you."
He aided Russell's hand for a few seconds, holding eye contact and exaggerating a few moans.
He released his grip on Russell's wrist and was relieved when he didn't back out again. He then slowly slid his hand down Russell's stomach and into his underwear.
Maybe he didn't move slow enough because he once again felt the stabbing sensation and Russell had moved over to the sink faster than he could process.
"Are you fucking serious? Dude, are you twelve? This is just fucking rude." Caston sighed, laughing humorlessly.
Russell sighed yet again and ran his hands through his hair, walking in a small half circle. "I can't. I'm not even gay, Caston."
Caston laughed again. "The fuck was all that then? You fucking straight men are going to turn me into a fucking serial killer."
"You implying that you've already killed someone?" Russell raised a brow.
"Haha." Caston rolled his eyes. "Twice now you've had your hand down my fucking pants and you want to tell me you're not even bi?"
"In my defense, the second one was you." Russell raised his hands.
"And the first one? Was that just an accident...or do you do that to all of Hunter's friends?" Caston raised an accusatory brow.
Russell crossed his arms and looked away with a gentle huff of air. He leaned back against the sink wordlessly.
"Not even gonna entertain my theory?" Caston chuckled, inching closer to Russell.
Russell glared at him. "No."
"Are you gonna..finish what you started or am I gonna have to do it?" Caston asked.
"Technically, you started it. Not me." Russell said firmly.
Caston scoffed. "Sure. Says the man in fucking boxers."
"Oh so you think what I'm wearing determines whether or not I want sex?" Russell raised his eyebrows.
"Fuck off. I mean if you were planning on doing an activity with your son's underage friend, maybe you should've put on something decent beforehand." Caston sighed, rolling his eyes.
Russell's eyes widened. "What?"
Caston noticed his fuck up in seconds. He laughed. "Shit, my bad."
"How fucking old are you?" Russell sounded panicked now.
Caston rolled his eyes. "I'm seventeen, calm down. It's not like my lie was that far off, I'll literally be eighteen in a few months."
It was a bit of a stretch, considering it's July and his birthday is in April.
"Oh, well that's a relief." Russell said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Why the fuck would you lie to me?"
"Because you wouldn't have kissed me if I said I was seventeen." Caston said simply.
"I wouldn't have kissed you if you didn't kiss me, no matter how old you said you were." Russell sighed.
"Then...why did you ask my age?" Caston smirked.
"I- because it was- I felt the like.."
"Ahh..mhm, yeah, totally." Caston said.
Russell rolled his eyes. "You should go to bed. You have a flight in the morning."
"I'm not going anywhere until this is resolved." Caston said.
"We'll probably never see each other again, it doesn't matter." Russell waved his hand.
Caston rolled his eyes. "Not that," He motioned to his crotch, "This."
"Yeah, I'm not doing anything about that now that I know you're seventeen." Russell scoffed.
"You don't have to do anything but sit and watch." Caston smirked.
"Yeah, I'm not doing that either. You're underaged, Caston."
"Oh fuck off with that, I've already been on this earth for eighteen years. What's two fucking months? My body count is older than you." Caston dismissed. He walked towards Russell and stopped in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Russell asked.
"Just sit." Caston said.
"On the floor?"
"For fuck's sake, yes." Caston huffed, grabbed Russell's arms and pushed him down onto the floor.
He raised a brow. "Well, that made me want to do something else, but you're a fucking buzz kill."
Caston sighed and got down onto the floor, straddling Russell's left thigh.
No more words were said for the next few minutes. Only Caston's gentle sounds and the distant waves filled the dark room. He yet again held out as long as he could, this time in the hopes that Russell would give in and do something.
After a few minutes, he felt hands on his waist, guiding his movements. When his knee would brush against Russell's dick, a low moan would vibrate next to his ear.
Caston held onto Russell's shoulders and breathed heavily, smirking when his hand made Russell's head fall back.
Amidst their feverish movements, the oven beeped rather loudly. Russell leaned his head up, making eye contact with Caston.
Neither of them stopped what they were doing. In fact, the addition of the beeping only seemed to make them indulge in the moment more.
Caston already came twice, but hid it well and was now delightfully overstimulated. He could do this forever. It never got old or tiring. He never found himself wanting anything as much as he wants sex. The presence of new circumstances and new people only makes it feel better. Hence Caston's very high body count.
They were kissing messily again, Caston's right hand was secured on the counter, his left hand in Russell's hair. Both of Russell's hands were on Caston's waist, his grip tight.
Russell's low groans became more frequent and after a few more seconds, Caston's hand was abruptly ripped out of Russell's pants, now covered in cum.
Russell cleared his throat and awkwardly stood up from the floor. "We should go to bed. I'm sorry."
Caston sighed and stood up, rolling his eyes even though Russell couldn't see. "Sorry about what?"
"I just..we shouldn't have..done that." Russell said, not looking directly at Caston.
"Oh please. We hardly did anything. I've done more with my high school History teacher." Caston rolled his eyes and turned to Russell, his hands now in his pockets, "Don't be all awkward and regretful and shit. If you feel weird about Hunter, just don't fucking tell him. You can pretend it never happened for all I care, that's actually kind of hot, if you ask me, but just don't do the whole spiel of like oh we shouldn't have, I'm sorry, I'm a terrible person or whatever the fuck because that shit is annoying."
Russell was silent for a few minutes, during which he finally removed the bagels from the oven and then leaned against the counter with his arms crossed.
"Am I taking you to the airport in the morning or are you going to arrange a ride?" Russell asked.
"I mean, I don't exactly have money to spare on an Uber. Especially in fucking California. So if you're offering, I will accept." Caston said. It was a lie. Caston's dad sent him with more than enough money to get by, but he would rather pocket it for something worthwhile than spend it on a ride he could get for free.
Russell nodded and pushed himself up off of the counter, he headed towards the hall, but stopped and turned slightly. "I'm not going to tell him. I mean..I don't see why I would need to."
Caston went back into Hunter's room, closing the door quietly. He shuffled across the floor and gingerly got into the bed.
He laid in silence and stared at the blank ceiling for an amount of time he didn't care to know. Hunter occasionally shuffled next to him and ended up pressed against Caston with a leg trapping him in place.
Caston sighed and accepted his fate, his heavy eyelids eventually winning the battle against his sinful thoughts.
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Hedon
Random[Proper description in progress...] I'm warning you, this story is messy and all over the place because I wrote it for me and my mind. It's also a little dark maybe, so..you are forewarned I guess.
